want."
"So we have to find a new place to stay,"
Hilda deducted. "That's nice, in the dark."
William already had the brooms in hand.
"Don't worry, honourable witch," he said, "we'll find a place."
"William..." Hilda stood close to her wizard
and took his collar in her hands. "No more calling me that, okay?
That's for ordinaries. You are not an ordinary. You are a wizard,
and you are my wizard."
"Okay, sweetwitch." He kissed her.
"Now that you can call me anytime," she
grinned.
William magicked up a note for Bert, thanking
him for the room and put it on the bed. Then they got on their
brooms and left the house.
William and Hilda first went up, so they
would not be seen so quickly. Then they set course towards the
outskirts of town, where a few highrises were erected. Using magic,
they sought out an apartment that was uninhabited, and using some
more magic they gained entry and a nicely equipped bedroom.
The night went by without noticeable
interruptions. Until...
"William. I'm cold."
"Whu? Oh. Come here... Holy Bejeebus, it -is-
cold... what's wrong here?" William popped out his wand and made
some light. The room looked as they had last seen it, but the lower
part of the window was strangely white. The room was cold. Very
cold.
Hilda looked around as well. "William... when
we went to sleep, it was not winter, right? So why is there snow
against the window?"
The couple got up, magicked warmer clothes
onto themselves and walked over to the window. As far as they could
see in the darkness, there was snow. The sky was clear, stars were
visible. The window pushed its cold towards the witch and the
wizard, which made it clear that outside was not a nice place to be
for people.
"I don't recall you mentioning that Zelda is
a weather-witch," said William.
"She's not. I don't know how she does this,
it must cost her a tremendous amount of power to do this."
The two looked at each other and then, as
one, they went for their brooms. William opened the door from a
distance, using magic. A large amount of snow fell into the
apartment.
"Crappedy crap," said Hilda. A swing of her
wand later, the snow was gone and the way out was free for them.
Making their clothes even warmer, they closed the door, mounted
their brooms and flew up into the icy cold night.
William estimated that the layer of snow on
the ground was about three feet thick as they flew over the silent
town, judging from the occasional car that was still visible in the
neighbourhoods that were still untouched by the manic witch.
"I sense where this is coming from, William,
follow me," said Hilda once they had reached a decent altitude.
They crossed the town and then flew towards a
large building.
"I've got to hand it to her," William
grumbled, "she's smart. That's the ice cream factory."
"Ice cream? What's that?", Hilda asked.
9. Crash
The closer they came to the ice-cream
factory, the colder it felt. There was also more snow there, and
the few buildings that were near the factory were almost fully
covered in a layer of ice.
"No cream here, William," Hilda remarked,
pointing at one of the buildings.
"Indeed..." William looked out over the vast
open area that surrounded the actual factory. The factory was fully
lit on the inside, the light streamed out of the windows and gave a
great view of the snow around it. "She's made sure that ordinaries
won't get to her. Nobody would be able to make it through that
stuff. Not even on snowshoes."
The snow out here lay at least five feet
high.
"Hilda... Witches are curious, right?"
"Yes. We are. We have to be." Hilda looked at
him as if she was explaining the necessity of breathing.
"Good. Then we are not going in there," said
William as he pointed at the building a few hundred feet away.
"But Zelda's in there. We have to."
"Yes. And she knows that you think that way.
She will certainly have a few surprises set up inside the building,
just for us. Remember these wicked plants that she had in the pub,
the ones
"So we have to find a new place to stay,"
Hilda deducted. "That's nice, in the dark."
William already had the brooms in hand.
"Don't worry, honourable witch," he said, "we'll find a place."
"William..." Hilda stood close to her wizard
and took his collar in her hands. "No more calling me that, okay?
That's for ordinaries. You are not an ordinary. You are a wizard,
and you are my wizard."
"Okay, sweetwitch." He kissed her.
"Now that you can call me anytime," she
grinned.
William magicked up a note for Bert, thanking
him for the room and put it on the bed. Then they got on their
brooms and left the house.
William and Hilda first went up, so they
would not be seen so quickly. Then they set course towards the
outskirts of town, where a few highrises were erected. Using magic,
they sought out an apartment that was uninhabited, and using some
more magic they gained entry and a nicely equipped bedroom.
The night went by without noticeable
interruptions. Until...
"William. I'm cold."
"Whu? Oh. Come here... Holy Bejeebus, it -is-
cold... what's wrong here?" William popped out his wand and made
some light. The room looked as they had last seen it, but the lower
part of the window was strangely white. The room was cold. Very
cold.
Hilda looked around as well. "William... when
we went to sleep, it was not winter, right? So why is there snow
against the window?"
The couple got up, magicked warmer clothes
onto themselves and walked over to the window. As far as they could
see in the darkness, there was snow. The sky was clear, stars were
visible. The window pushed its cold towards the witch and the
wizard, which made it clear that outside was not a nice place to be
for people.
"I don't recall you mentioning that Zelda is
a weather-witch," said William.
"She's not. I don't know how she does this,
it must cost her a tremendous amount of power to do this."
The two looked at each other and then, as
one, they went for their brooms. William opened the door from a
distance, using magic. A large amount of snow fell into the
apartment.
"Crappedy crap," said Hilda. A swing of her
wand later, the snow was gone and the way out was free for them.
Making their clothes even warmer, they closed the door, mounted
their brooms and flew up into the icy cold night.
William estimated that the layer of snow on
the ground was about three feet thick as they flew over the silent
town, judging from the occasional car that was still visible in the
neighbourhoods that were still untouched by the manic witch.
"I sense where this is coming from, William,
follow me," said Hilda once they had reached a decent altitude.
They crossed the town and then flew towards a
large building.
"I've got to hand it to her," William
grumbled, "she's smart. That's the ice cream factory."
"Ice cream? What's that?", Hilda asked.
9. Crash
The closer they came to the ice-cream
factory, the colder it felt. There was also more snow there, and
the few buildings that were near the factory were almost fully
covered in a layer of ice.
"No cream here, William," Hilda remarked,
pointing at one of the buildings.
"Indeed..." William looked out over the vast
open area that surrounded the actual factory. The factory was fully
lit on the inside, the light streamed out of the windows and gave a
great view of the snow around it. "She's made sure that ordinaries
won't get to her. Nobody would be able to make it through that
stuff. Not even on snowshoes."
The snow out here lay at least five feet
high.
"Hilda... Witches are curious, right?"
"Yes. We are. We have to be." Hilda looked at
him as if she was explaining the necessity of breathing.
"Good. Then we are not going in there," said
William as he pointed at the building a few hundred feet away.
"But Zelda's in there. We have to."
"Yes. And she knows that you think that way.
She will certainly have a few surprises set up inside the building,
just for us. Remember these wicked plants that she had in the pub,
the ones
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